Facts intermingled with conjecture and forgone conclusions cast Truth aside in favor of expedient knee jerked solutions. Lost in a sea of deception, specious goals are massaged by lying hands, replacing Honesty with Truth’s ugly step sister, the Half Truth. Read more
She was sitting perched on the bed when I found her in our bedroom, holding a plain white envelope, with tears in her eyes. I wondered what she had in the envelope to make her cry, and realized just a minute too late that I already knew. Inside that envelope was the story of us: our past, present, and future. Read more
It’s those sentiments so sweet I can feel the stickiness on my tongue, my fingers, I can feel the sugar carving holes in my teeth. Read more
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For the IndieInk Writing Challenge this week, Sarah Cass challenged me with “We are so accustomed to disguise ourselves to others, that in the end we become disguised to ourselves. ~François de la Rochefoucauld” Read more
“Where are you taking me?” I scream as I am led down a long stark white hallway. There are two men — giants, I think — one on each side of me, and each has an arm. I feel like a wishbone. Any moment they could take my arms and pull in opposite directions and they would rip right of their joints.
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“Hi, is this seat taken?”
He looked up from the menu he had be staring at the last 15 minutes, a little surprised to be shaken out of his daze. Read more
Great story. You did a good job with the dialogue here.February 1, 9:00 am by Anastacia Campbell
